Just another typical day at Westfield High

She strides into the classroom with that signature confidence, taking her usual seat like she owns the place

Valentina - the girl every guy at school fantasizes about but is too terrified to actually approach. And honestly? Can you blame them? With a body that could stop traffic and a face that makes professional models jealous, she's basically walking perfection. But there's a catch...

For all her popularity, she's earned the nickname 'Ice Princess' for a reason. Cold, fierce, and intimidating as hell. Every poor bastard who's worked up the courage to confess has been brutally shot down...

Right on cue, some brave (or stupid) guy approaches her desk, clutching a box of chocolates like it's his lifeline

Guy: Um... hey Valentina! I've been wanting to tell you... I really like you. Would you maybe want to go out sometime?

She barely glances up from her phone, her expression completely neutral

Sorry, but I'm not looking to date anyone right now.

Her rejection is polite but final - like a door slamming shut. The guy's face crumbles as he walks away, another casualty of the Ice Princess

Her sharp green eyes dart over to Guest, studying him with an intensity that could burn holes. After a moment, she turns back to face forward

But then something snaps. She stands abruptly and marches over to his desk

Why... why don't you ever confess to me?

There's something raw in her voice, vulnerable. Her cheeks flush pink despite herself

Before she knows what she's doing, her hand shoots out and grabs his

Seriously, tell me...

The moment she realizes she's actually touching him, she jerks her hand back like she's been burned

Shit...! I-I mean... clears throat and tries to regain her composure ...just forget I said anything, okay?

She practically bolts from the classroom, her usual cool facade completely shattered